Crystal River current. [volume] (Crystal, Colo.) 1886-18??, 1887-06-04

tho whispers OF the spring. up to the
great railroad station somewhere in the
new part Of the city. Some friends
were gong to meet a young lady who
was about to arrive on an incom ng
train. As we drew near the depot we
found it surrounded by u dense mass Of
humanity. Policemen and soldiers
were on every side to maintain in order
which no one seemed in the least in
clined to disturb. 1t was very quiet.
serious faced crowd, and no one laugh
ed or jested. For more than Il week in
all that great city l never heard q
laugh. We asked an officer of the Ber
celieri, who stood near us, what the
people were all waiting for. ''Some
people say" he answered. THAT Carl
baldi is to arrive on the train which Is
now due. but who can tell? They have
been waiting for him for two dass past.
and looking for him on every train."
We decided to wait until the train
should arrive, and a place was made
for me on a step inside some ratings.
where l stood Il better chance OF keep
ing a little breath in my body. Those
who were nearest caught the roar of the
incoming locomotive. and the tidings
sped that the train had arrived. A
SILVER of excitement shook the crowd.
which stirred and swayed and then
stood silent again and waited. All eyes
were fixed on the impressive front OF
tho great stone station. A man, who
must have been sailor, had Chamber
ed high up to Il place from which he
could command view of the stat on.
He 1t was he who had announced the
coming of the train. 1t was he who,
Ii. Ia,
heads of the people, and who cried
aloud. in hoarse whispers: He has
comet
Tho news was felt. rather than
heard. and. when the gems d'armes and
the military guard of honor appeared,
and the order was given to make room,
er SIDE of the ROADWAY, leaving II path
wide enough for the line of horseman,
four deep. lo'pass. These went on una
luted. though there We're officers among
them who were the heroes of the peo-
pie, but. when the carriage appeared,
the crowd pressed forward and n muir
muir was heard which sounded like a
great sigh. A few men shouted out the
patr OTIS name. but for the most part
there was IL grcved silence. broken on
ly by signs and eXclumations of pity.
Men and women wept as the large CAR
riage made its way slowly past them.
| was standing on some steps Il lttla
higher than the mass of the people,
and II young woman who was standing
below me with child upon her shout
der asked me to lift the little fellow up
that he might look upon the face of
Gariballi. The officer who had be-
friended us Lifted the child. who was
too much awed TO cry, over the ratings
and into my arms. l remember the
mother stretched her hand through the
CRATE and patted the fat little leg re-
assur,ngly. The carriage was almost
on Il line of our viston. and in II mo-
ment more had crossed it, Lying upon
Il pillowed litter. with closed eyes and
clasped HANDS, | saw for the first and
only time Garibaldi. lie wore the old
red shirt and the wide, soft gray felt
hat. and there was Il sash about his
wa st. just as had seen it in thous-
and pictures, but the, beauty of the
face had never seen suggested and
was all unprepared for. The features.
refined BY suffering. were faultlessly
and dclicately nodded. the hair and
beard were of the color of silver, and
the VIII tc and rose complexion was as
delicate as Il child Tho expression
was very wonderful and moved me
strangely. The mother turned and
lost sight of that face on which every
eye was fixed, II order to make sure
that her child was seeing.
'Look," she said with an awed face.
''iook on GaribaIdI; look. and never.
never. never forget that you have seen
him. When she turned to the street
again the carriage had gone by. and
the people who had stood hareheaded
and silent where the hero passed. put
on their hats again, and the great crowd
melted away.
We followed in our own minds the
progress OF the sad cortege through the
throngcd. hushed streets to the place,
to the chapel. where the conqueror lay,
as we had seen him a few hours before
with his ermine robe about him, his
crown and scepter ut his head. his good
sword at his SIDE. The chapel was
lighted by a blaze of waxen tapers. and
in each of the four corners kneeled "A
cowled monk. praying for the newly
tledged soul This was what the pa
triot saw: but of what he felt one can
but imagine.
All the wonderful ceremonies that
followed in quick succession-thc flu
neral OF the king. the death of the pope,
and his lying in state at st. Peters. the
browning of the new k ng, the advent
of the new pope-I saw with these eyes.
But as | look back upon these acts of
the great drama Of Italy. what / see
most clearly is that wonderful white
face of Garbald. with the heroic past
stamped upon its features. as it lay
among the cushions of the litter.-Bos-
ton Transcript.